Ceramic art came to me purely by accident. I needed an elective course for my first year in college at the University of Southern California. Someone said that ceramics would be fun. Yes, indeed! Not only that, I decided to my ceramic art my major study at The Ohio State University in 1957. From that time on I found ways to continue working with clay.
Teaching art was a perfect match. I discovered that teaching others is a natural way to increase one's knowledge. Both student and teacher gains. In addition, my subject matter offered the student endless creative possibilities. Clay is the quiet art. It sooths and comforts peacefully. Clay stems from the roots of civilization and is buried deep in our genes, never to be lost as the most pliable media ready to follow our wildest creative dreams. If I gave anything to my students, it was knowing that a course in ceramic art can prepare one for anything in life.
It is impossible to teach creativity, however, the nature of clay offers creative possibilities to the student. In my case, I continue to play with clay. I make clay sculpture because that aspect of ceramic art fits my personality and interests. I work with clay as a metaphor and I love telling a story with one small sculptural work. I have to thank that unknown person who suggested ceramics as a college course. I thank my college professors who gave me permission to chose my personal clay direction. I thank Towson University for offering ceramic art and requiring that I continue my clay work as a part of my professionalism. I thank my wife, Pauline, for her untiring support. Finally, I thank those who smile when looking at my work.